Biography of Angela Wybrow
I now live in Hampshire, UK. I have been writing poetry on and off for many years and really enjoy it. I love writing about a variety of topics and am hoping that there's something for everyone.
My first collection of work, entitled 'Through My Eyes' is now available, published by United Press at the price of £3.99 plus P&P. If you would like a copy, please contact me via my Facebook page (Angela Wybrow - Writer) .
I have a Facebook page dedicated to my poetry - so please 'Like' me on Facebook!
Angela Wybrow's Works:
Through My Eyes - United Press (2011)
A Magical Menagerie (2012)
Angela Wybrow Poems
Hot Air Balloon
I saw a hot air balloon flying over my house: Most of the time, it was as quiet as a mouse, But, every so often, its burners suddenly roared, And higher, up into the sky, it suddenly soared.
The Missing Sock
This afternoon, I had quite a big shock: I discovered that I have a missing sock! I put my socks inside the washing machine, But now one sock is nowhere to be seen.
The Colours Of My Life
You’ve brightened up my life With colours bold and bright. Black and white and grey, They graced my every day.
Spring: New Beginnings
I have always loved the heralding of spring, When the spell of youth is cast upon everything. Gardens everywhere awaken from their sleep, As the sun, from behind the clouds, does peep.
A new life, for myself, I need to weave. I need some oxygen, so as I can breathe. From these chains, I need to break free; I need the chance just to be totally me.
People love to go skating, across the ice; It may be rather chilly, but it’s just so nice. People wrapped up in coats, gloves and scarves, Share each other’s company, and also some laughs.
My Favourite Things
I love lots of things in life. By many things, I'm cheered. By the time you've read the following list, you may think I'm a bit weird!
I take a deep breath and begin to blow, And soon the bubbles begin to flow. From my wand, the bubbles now stream; The sunshine makes the bubbles gleam.
I Wish I Were A Chocolatier
I wish a were a chocolatier; To folk I'd bring some age-old cheer. I'd play around with all different flavours, And decide on some for people to savour.
He soars so high above the clouds; So high above the bustling crowds. He flies past vast galaxies of stars, Above the houses, shops and cars.
This town is becoming like a ghost town; Many of our local shops are closing down. Once upon a time, this town was really hopping, But now people go elsewhere for their shopping.
I find myself yawning again and again, But I can't sleep, which is a real pain. I lie on my left side, then on my right, But, for me, there is no sleep in sight.
The 'Potato' Poem
I love potatoes chopped up into chunky chips. I love spicy potato wedges, served up with dips. I love potato slices which have been fried in a pan: Of sautéed potatoes, I am the world's biggest fan.
My favourite vegetable, without a doubt, Is the humble, but holy, Brussels sprout. I cook them until they're really soft; Around my house, their aroma wafts.
A Whole New World
I'd struggled along for many long years,
And now find myself in floods of tears,
As, at long last, I can finally hear
The sounds in my world loud and clear.
In each ear now, I sport a hearing aid,
And, boy, what a difference to my life they have made!
To me, the world sounded all muffled before;
Little did I realise just what was in store!